"He left me bleeding? No, sweetheart-
I handed him the knife and told him to walk."
(Spoiler: he did.)
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"Oh my goddess, Taehyung! Do something-I'm about to lose it!"
"Relax, sweetheart. Is it that time of the month again?"
"Shut up, you overgrown...
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“Our mate? Are you sure that was our mate’s scent? Why didn’t I smell it?” Jungkook’s thoughts were a frantic scramble, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
He stood frozen behind the polished mahogany of the VIP bar, his fingers still clutching a microfiber cloth.
“It was only there for a few seconds, now it’s gone. You know our human senses are weaker than our wolf senses—maybe that’s why!” Lixue’s voice was uncharacteristically breathless, a low vibration in the back of Jungkook’s skull.
“But I swear on the Moon Mother, it was him. That scent… it was unforgettable. Like the world finally aligned.”
Jungkook stepped out from behind the bar, his boots silent on the plush carpet. He moved to the edge of the mezzanine, scanning the undulating sea of bodies on the dance floor below.
The flashing strobes turned the crowd into a glitching montage of limbs and laughter.
“But I was in control of our body,” Jungkook countered, his brow furrowing. “You were tucked away in the back of my mind, practically snoring. How could you smell it before I did? I’m the one with the physical nose, Lixue.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Lixue huffed, the mental image of a wolf pacing in circles becoming vivid.
“Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe the club air is just full of too many pheromones. But that heavenly scent, that magnetic pull… it’s a soul-tugging feeling, Jungkook. It’s like a silver thread tied to my heart being yanked. It can’t be wrong.” Lixue let out a content purr, his tail practically wagging at the lingering ghost of the aroma.
“Lixue, we’re the same person. How can you feel a soul-tug and I don't feel a damn thing except a headache?” Jungkook complained, his frustration mounting.
“I don’t know!” Lixue snapped, his dramatic streak surfacing. “Whatever. I’m going back to sleep. You’re ruining the mood with your logic. Wake me up only if you actually see him. Until then, don't bother me.”
And just like that, the heavy, warm presence of his wolf retreated into the shadows of his consciousness.
“Wow. He’s asleep already,” Jungkook muttered to himself, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. Even in the face of a life-altering discovery, his wolf was a diva.
He retreated behind the bar, attempting to find sanctuary in the routine of stacking glasses. But his mind was a runaway train.